An Age For Butterflies
Summer crept in
slow, steady steps within,
dogged pacing of hot and humid days
mixed messages of spring slipping away
and summer waiting to climb
patient on the edges of space and time;
a butterfly, a gypsy moth, luna and imperial
others more plain and beautiful most ethereal
but when the time and temperature are just right
the multitude of butterfly kissed light
calls monarchs, morning cloaks,
and swallowtails to flight below the oak
a thousand species throng
clustered and separate floating along
when the flowers blossom and grow
wings of the butterfly flutter and flow.
The time of butterflies multi-colored palettes crest
the age of beauty's sweet undressed caress
an age unmatched, unprecedented
our temporary visitors and residents
their beauty, awes and delight
preparing for their southern flight;
winging in and lilting out like graceful eagles
Eastern tailed blues, white admiral , viceroy regals,
the list goes on as if a meditation
calming floating with little hesitation
the oranges, reds, sulfured tigers and swifts
ride the breezes and windy lifts,
here and there appears these natural gifts.
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